Snow on the Moon

Under normal conditions, Sue and I generally enjoy the snow, for
it has this ability to hide the dirt and the commonplace under
a pleasingly changing variable (that is, until the eighteen-wheelers
come along and turn everything black). But with Moonshadow outside,
the deep snow presented many problems.

Trail to crater.

Anyway, there was the snow and there was Moonshadow, who was always
fastidious about keeping dry and clean. (She was the one cat who
ever entered the household without any fleas or ticks.) Sue had
chosen the feed spot because it was somewhat out of the way of
normal foot traffic and gave Moon any number of hiding spots in
shadows and behind trunks. No one ever counted on such deep or
continuous snow. But Sue was game. After every snowfall she'd
make fresh trails going to the crater which she dug so that Moon's
paw could have some solid ground--even if it was ice. The one
comfort Sue had in all this was the supposition that Moonshadow
had a warm place to spend the nights in some hidden corner of
the buildings; nevertheless, one night near midnight, Sue looked
out the bedroom window, and there was Moon sitting on the ice
and staring at the bedroom window. Sue made it outside with food
supplies in record time.

Moon & Sue in action.

The trails became so popular that other people began using them
as well, but the main highlight was seeing Moonshadow running
along a trail to greet Sue by the center of the crater.